As we were preparing for our move, I was in major purge mode. I was sending things to Goodwill and the dump like it was my job. My old  kitchen chairs were on the "Do Not Move" list. I was determined not to let them make the cut. My husband, Matt, kept shooting this one down. Every time I'd move them to the get-rid-of-area, he'd scoot them back. I'd take them to the carport to haul away and he'd slip them into his office. One Saturday, I started working on my new craft desk. I look over and I Continue Reading